Toxic.

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Look away now!

Do not gaze upon this face,

This façade,

You will find no grace

In residence,

Just malevolence.

Fat white maggots,

Blood sated worms

Tussle

With each other

Seeking

Supremacy.

I have stolen the lives of some,

Shattered the hearts

Of others,

I have made a soup

Of lies

And misrepresentation.

 I have boiled

And burned

This concoction,

Then fed it

Freely

To the masses.

Put your hands

Firmly over your ears

So as not to hear

The songs I sing,

They will only bring

You pain.

Shun my touch,

It is much the same

As radiation,

A conflagration

That will sear your very soul,

For I am TOXIC!

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Owain Glyn

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